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Rejected by Three Dozen Walmarts

  
     A widower is a sorry species   
       unschooled in the culinary arts
         washing white clothing with darks 

     The embodiment of a ‘klutz’ ~
       The whole man, worse than the sum of his parts

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Joe Maverick

November 21, 2025 at 10:15 AM

You need a power-wash, to my view.' When you go to sleep tonight, i will Set the dial for you; G W.. May all G-o W-ell.' If you feel dizzy.? Its all for the best.' With light speed revelutions, may you get spun into a new vest.' Ash is the code to post this comment.' If any are On your head? No need fod that bonnet.'

Kim Rodrigues

November 18, 2025 at 7:36 AM

My dad knows how! I like using Shout cloths, no need to sort!

sara Etgen-Baker

November 17, 2025 at 5:38 PM

oh my--I've done that....hubby does not like his white socks turned pink

Bj Legros Kelley

November 17, 2025 at 4:39 PM

I did that when I was first married. I washed my husband's white shirts and jeans with my new red dress. He was allergic to wearing pink ;) It didn't make him very appreciative of my skills, no, not even a little bit!